Too Cute To Be A Killer

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"It’s ok, it’s ok." John bent over and picked up the mess. He cleaned up a small spill. "There all clean. Why don’t you roll your sleeves up?" John said walking over to the sink.

"Uh…r-right." Ammy did so, rolling her hoodie’s sleeves up. Her striped onesie was there, as always, hiding her arms’ skin from view. Still looking a little shell-shocked, glancing at the spot where the spill was, she picked up another french fry and ate it in one bite, closing her eyes.

"Ammy, ever watch a movie?" Alice asked, picking ham off her pizza. She ate it in one bite. Her dad gave Ammy another cup of milk and another chocolate spoon. "You girls go to the living room and pick out a movie." He said "I have to clean up first."

Alice grabbed her plate and slide out of the chair. “Come on, Ammy~!”

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"I can make some chocolate milk. We can use the leftover chocolate sauce. Alice what kind of soda do you want?" John looked over at the smallest of two. "Coke zero please!" Alice said with a mouth full of fries.

John grabbed the milk and one can of coke zero. He walked…

"It’s ok, it’s ok." John bent over and picked up the mess. He cleaned up a small spill. "There all clean. Why don’t you roll your sleeves up?" John said walking over to the sink.

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Alice noticed her friend’s panic. She didn’t want to explain anyway, so she picked up a fry, blew on it then stuffed it in her mouth. She was showing Ammy what to do. She hadn’t realized how hot the food was so she burned her tongue. She chewed the food quickly.

"I can make some chocolate milk. We can use the leftover chocolate sauce. Alice what kind of soda do you want?" John looked over at the smallest of two. "Coke zero please!" Alice said with a mouth full of fries.

John grabbed the milk and one can of coke zero. He walked over to the cabinets and two cups along with a spoon for Ammy’s chocolate milk. He set everything down, pouring half the can into Alice’s cup and half a cup of milk for Ammy. “Alright, so this is how I make chocolate milk. You take the spoon,” John picked up the spoon “And you dip it in the chocolate sauce.” He gave the spoon to Ammy and helped her dip it in the sauce. “Ok, dip the spoon in the milk and stir it. Be careful not to spill it.”

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"French fries?" John put some fries on Ammy’s plate, and some on Alice’s. Alice already had two slices of pizza on her’s. "Do you want anything else, Ammy?" John asked

"No, thank you." She watched, awed, as the piping hot foot was placed in front of her. And then stared at it.

And stared.

Her green eyes raised from the food to meet Alice, a look of rising panic on her face as she realized she had no idea what to do.

Alice noticed her friend’s panic. She didn’t want to explain anyway, so she picked up a fry, blew on it then stuffed it in her mouth. She was showing Ammy what to do. She hadn’t realized how hot the food was so she burned her tongue. She chewed the food quickly.

“What do you girls want to drink?” John asked walking over to the fridge. “We have cranberry juice, soda pop, and strawberry milk.”

“Soda! Soda please!” Alice shouted

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"Right, so pizza," Alice points to the pizza "is this really tasty dish that you can anything on! I like my pizza with pepperoni and ham on it. Sometimes with bacon too." She pointed to the french fries next. "These are french fries. They aren’t french, they are…

"French fries?" John put some fries on Ammy’s plate, and some on Alice’s. Alice already had two slices of pizza on her’s. "Do you want anything else, Anmy?" John asked

(I’m very tired from having my cousins over so I’m gonna take an early leave tonight. I’ll reply to the rp later!

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"Why? Pizza is the best!" Alice lead Ammy downstairs, and to the kitchen. Alice’s dad was busy setting the table, three plates one for each. On the table was a pepperoni and ham pizza, along with a sour cream and cheese potato chips, and french fries. There was a chocolate cake on the table as well with melted dark chocolate poured on it.

"You girls can eat in the living room if you like." John said, setting the plates down. "I’ll put on a movie for you."

"Dad can I have two slices of pizza?" Alice asked climbing on the kitchen chair

"Why not let Ammy get something to eat first?" John said cutting the pizza into slices. "She’s the guest after all."

Ammy stared at the dinner, confused once more. “Uh…I-I don’t know…Alice, what’s all of this…?” 

"Right, so pizza," Alice points to the pizza "is this really tasty dish that you can anything on! I like my pizza with pepperoni and ham on it. Sometimes with bacon too." She pointed to the french fries next. "These are french fries. They aren’t french, they are just potatoes cut up in slices and they taste good." She pointed to the chips next. "These are chips! They come in all kinds of flavours! And I mean all kinds. These are sour cream and cheddar and they are delicious." 

Alice then pointed to the chocolate cake. “And that is a chocolate lava cake! It’s the best thing ever invented in the name of cake!”

Alice’s dad stood by, waiting for Ammy to say what she wanted. 

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Alice eyes widened when she saw her nails. She grinned widely, clearly loving them. “Ammy these look awesome! I love them!” she said, waving her hands. She was trying to dry them. “Come on, let’s go show my dad!”

Alice screwed the caps on the nail polish, then set them back in the box. “Ever had pizza?” she asked, standing up

"No…I’ve heard of it, but Twist hates it…" Ammy grew in size, wincing slightly as she did so. It was kind of an uncomfortable process. 

"Why? Pizza is the best!" Alice lead Ammy downstairs, and to the kitchen. Alice’s dad was busy setting the table, three plates one for each. On the table was a pepperoni and ham pizza, along with a sour cream and cheese potato chips, and french fries. There was a chocolate cake on the table as well with melted dark chocolate poured on it.

"You girls can eat in the living room if you like." John said, setting the plates down. "I’ll put on a movie for you."

"Dad can I have two slices of pizza?" Alice asked climbing on the kitchen chair

"Why not let Ammy get something to eat first?" John said cutting the pizza into slices. "She’s the guest after all."

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"Right, only the nails. It’s ok if you get a little on the skin though." Alice gave Ammy a bright, reassuring smile. "You are doing fine."

"Girls are you ready for dinner?" Alice’s father called from downstairs

"IN A MINUTE DAD! Ammy is painting my nails!" Alice shouted back. 

"Ok, just come down where you’re done!"

Ammy frowned. It was still difficult to move delicately as a human. “Hang on…”

It took a moment, but the girl shrank into a doll, picking the brush back up. In her claws, it was more like a paintbrush. She drew the bottles near and began focusing with laserlike intensity at the task at hand.

Alls said and done, she made a pretty pattern of purple with black dots. 

Alice eyes widened when she saw her nails. She grinned widely, clearly loving them. “Ammy these look awesome! I love them!” she said, waving her hands. She was drying to dry them. “Come on, let’s go show my dad!”

Alice screwed the caps on the nail polish, then set them back in the box. “Ever had pizza?” she asked, standing up

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Alice understood, at least she thought she did. She let Ammy’s hand go then hugged her. “No, I wouldn’t. I wanted to spend the night with you!” Alice patted Ammy’s back. “Maybe I should have explained what you’re suppose to do at sleepovers” Alice pulled away then picked up the nail polish. She put it in Ammy’s hands.

"This is nail polish, you put it on your nails so they can look cute a pretty." she unscrewed the cap on the bottle. "At sleepovers you and a friend paint each others nails, like what I just did. Sometimes they do their toenails, but that’s too much work. You want to try and paint my nails?"

She offered the bottle to Ammy. “If you don’t want to, we can try something else.” 

Ammy swallowed, rubbing her eyes, reddening slightly. She examined the little bottle in her hands, her claws delicately clinking. “No, I think…I got this.” She grasped the little brush carefully, taking Alice’s hand gently. “R-right?” Glancing up at the other girl before she lowered the brush. “Only the nails…?”

"Right, only the nails. It’s ok if you get a little on the skin though." Alice gave Ammy a bright, reassuring smile. "You are doing fine."

"Girls are you ready for dinner?" Alice’s father called from downstairs

"IN A MINUTE DAD! Ammy is painting my nails!" Alice shouted back. 

"Ok, just come down where you’re done!"